APAD: Fox and Furnace, by William Wright

1. Tonight so clear the Milky Way shimmers like a stoked furnace, the scattered stars like rogue embers deep in a bloomery. I recall my father’s face, the orange light of the wood stove imprisoned in his skin, his eyes trapping the firelight until he’d lobbed and poked the pine logs, then shut and latched […]

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APAD: Empty House, by James Kimbrell

Every few nights I walk over here, screen door opened And springless, leaves now up to the second step, No one watching out the window but me with my  elbows On the ledge, my face staring back at my staring in. What if, all along, I’d been waiting in there? What if The bird left […]

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